Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable ya vision
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Thought yo the skill assisted
By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, while I the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my number one neighbor,
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out

I sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like
I write twice and drop singles in record
Niggas I'm like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an'
I'm foreseein the future, for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I start the
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
when it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that wages
Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem blade the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will enlight dome
When I'm quick to strike your just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours
waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your
It's the beef for black
I, yes quick to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the and coutin
Flowin like water from a fountain when I
Like water from a river you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what bout ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
Bust rule the,
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me check it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms
I swarm killa bees for feelin these fantasies
throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And don't halt, I it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt, tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first New
to blessin it
The shit is like this, the beat went
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, Kill and like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I start to speak, and sound extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost
One time, it back the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me one time
it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Monch yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew doll you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
Peepin the echelon of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more than a axel
The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves subtraction
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More than X-File shows all added up
The educated from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, to Supreme Team
But like I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop
>From top notch cops to bust a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The last was precision so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, to slaughter MC's
Who can't catch across the
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man just took a picture, so I just it
Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of
I get, mad amounts
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I catch the beat
I'm never come off 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I my old gear to the needy
to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*